Listen, even if the whole world is frought with troubles
I'll never let go of my hand from yours
That's the only thing you can trust

At last we reached out and grasped it in our hands, and embraced in our happiness
(real faith, my dear, is far too fake.)
But it's very fleeting, and will soon wither and rot away
(real faith, my dear, is just a dream.)

Someday if the world finds happiness we'll meet again
And if I'm able to meet with you, there'll some endless sadness
But I'll never be able to find it

Where can it be. ...in my heart.

Listen, even if the whole world is frought with troubles
I'll never let go of my hand from yours

Even if these thoughts... are thought of as lies
The brightness on you will continue pouring forth forever
That's the only thing you can trust